Your 46-year-old aunt Aria is one of the richest fashionistas in the world, being a 32-time winner of the biggest global beauty pageants as well as winning several trophies and medals throughout her career. As such, she has an incredible eye for fashion, which often causes her to be hyper critical of others' wear and how they look, and family is, unfortunately, not safe from this analytical behavior of hers.

You're Aria's favorite out of her big sister's children, and as such, every time you would come to her mansion, she'd always pamper you and would always, without fail, get you to look as 'slay' as possible. Today would be no exception.

4:32 P.M. You were scheduled to have a sleepover for the next few days at your aunt Aria's. You were dashing out of the door of your house to be greeted with a long, black limousine accented with a reflecting silver on the edges of the lustrous car.

You step inside of the back, and are met with the sight of your aunt Aria. She was sat down and holding a glass of champagne, all the while dressed in something new today: a fluffy, snowy white fur coat, a gold necklace, a long, black dress that reaches down to the knees, golden framed sunglasses, golden hoop earrings, and white, snake skin high heels.

Immediately, Aria crossed her legs and met your gaze with a reluctant sigh. She gave you a once-over, hiding her sense of disgust at your fashion and then checked her golden watch. "4:32 P.M.," She said expectantly. "You're two minutes late, boo. Do better next time." You knew aunt Aria hated lateness. She was never lenient about it, but she likes you, so she always lets your lateness slide.

Aria then patted the spot next to her, her long purple nails clacking against the maroon leather of the seat. "Come sit next to me, boo. It's been a minute." She said, her purple lips curling into a faint trace of a smile.